This evening...
...I reminded Miss Photon that she once requested I shoot her if she ever owned a matching set of crockery. Currently we have two matching sets. Fortunately she's now amended this to "...if I own a matching set of crockery with gold leaf and stuff.".

I'm currently feeling very pleased with myself for getting the vegetable patch sorted out, and french beans and potatoes planted yesterday. The sweetcorn, spring onions, fennel, lettuce, pumpkins, etc. will be joining them shortly.

Worse than that though, is probably the fact that I count pickling and preserving as a hobby. Worse still, is this is a hobby you can't give up easily - give it a try, make a few jars of chutney, give them to friends and family. They like it, and want more, and so you make a couple more batches. Pretty soon they're hooked - every time they see you they ask if you've made any more recently, they save up empty jamjars for you, your kitchen permanently reeks of vinegar, and from about September onwards you're pickling something every weekend. On the upside, it makes very cheap Christmas presents (even better if you bung in a bottle of homemade sloe gin), and it brings the opportunity for fame and fortune* - this year I shall be having a crack at the pickles competition in the county show. The WI don't stand a chance.

* Fame - your name in the following year's programme. Fortune - there's a prize of about £2.50. You get a rosette too though!
(Photon wasting your time since, Wed 6 May 2009, 1:19, Reply)